"What a pleasant surprise, little Bonbon!" exclaimed this
gentleman as he drew up to their table. "I'm so glad. I was
afraid you wouldn't get home safely with Grimsby; he was so
absolutely overcome last night. He promised to bring you to my
little entertainment but didn't show up. What became of him?"
"Join us in a drink and forget him," suggested Helene, as she
took his hand with an innocently stupid smile. "This is Mr.
Shirley, Mr.--Mr.--I had so much champagne last night I forgot
your name."
"Warren, that's simple enough. Glad to see you, Mr. Sherwood,
oh, Shirley! It seems as though I had heard your name--aren't
you an actor, or an artist? A musician, or something like that?
My memory is so miserable."
"I'm just a 'something like that,' not even an actor," was the
answer, as the tiniest of nudges registered Helene's
appreciation. "What is your favorite poison?"
Warren gave him a startled look, and then laughed: "Oh, you mean
to drink? Now you must join me for I am the intruder.
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